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“Why not? Is that bad?”

“No, it’s not bad. It’s like the sexiest thing ever. And to think it's you. And that you want me this much…” Jace swallowed. “I want you the same. I really do. I just don’t know if I’ll be any good at this.”

“You are wonderful,” Khoth assured him. All seriousness.

“Well, one thing I can tell you is that my cock isn’t half as fun or interesting as yours,” Jace told him.

“We shall see about that.”

Khoth’s clever hands were taking off his pants. Jace was grateful for this, because his body simply wasn’t working. Desire seemed to have short circuited some of his higher brain functions.

Soon, cool air was circulating around his bare abdomen and groin. His cock was completely hard and curled upwards towards his belly. Precum slicked the head that was a deep, rosy red. His balls were already tight against his body and he was pretty sure that Khoth just had to look at him and he might cum right then and there.

“Let me see you,” Khoth said.

Jace forced his one free hand to stay at his side. Khoth’s cock tendrils were not letting his other hand go. That was good, because he was sure he’d squirm if they did. Khoth’s eyes roamed over his naked body, seemingly memorizing and devouring every inch of him. When that gaze landed upon his cock, Jace drew in a deep breath and felt a thrill of heat move into his balls.

“See? Not as fun,” Jace said uncertainly.

“You are perfect,” Khoth murmured as his free hand cupped Jace’s cock and balls, caressing them, weighing them, fondling him.

“Oh, God…” Jace hissed through his teeth. “I might cum any second now. I might… you touching me is so--so--so--”

And then Khoth’s cock was getting into the action. It somehow escaped their joined hands and wound around Jace’s cock. The tip curled over and opened. It sucked the head of Jace’s cock inside of it like a sheath for a blade. The tendrils elongated and were streaming around his balls and suctioning against them and his perineum.

Jace’s hands were scrabbling against Khoth’s shoulders as Khoth’s cock squeezed around his sex and sucked at the same time. He swore he saw stars not just in Khoth’s eyes, but everywhere.

Khoth was lifting him up. Jace’s legs wound around his waist again. That allowed the tendrils to quest further back. They wanted to find an opening into his body. They wanted to be inside of him.

A billow of hot steam hit Jace’s back before Khoth brought them under the rush of water. It sluiced over their joined bodies and blinded him for a moment. Jace drew in a deep breath as he had almost forgotten to breathe with the squeeze and suction of his cock. He should have cum already. But the squeeze held off the near imminent ejaculation.

When I do, I’ll be cumming inside of Khoth, Jace realized.

Khoth’s sex organ had completely engulfed the head of his cock and about half an inch more. Seeing that--seeing them joined like that--had Jace’s stomach muscles rippling with increased pleasure. It felt so right.

Khoth’s mouth was on his then and it was as if the Thaf’ell was giving him air with their kisses. Khoth’s tongue seemed longer and more nimble as it twined with his. That taste! Khoth’s taste danced on his tongue. He felt like he was taking something of Khoth inside of him, analyzing it and absorbing it. He would always have something of Khoth within him this way.

The hot water sluiced over their bare skin. Jace kissed Khoth’s mouth but then was chasing water rivulets down his chin and throat and chest. All the while, Khoth’s cock massaged his shaft and head. His balls were caressed and enveloped by the tendrils that pulsed all around him.

Jace’s fingers raked down Khoth’s arms as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable height. His cock was so hard that it felt like it might burst open like ripe fruit. His balls throbbed with the need to ejaculate that he thought they might just pop as well. Heat like in a volcano built and built and built within him. He knew he was going to orgasm. Should he tell Khoth? Warn him? What was polite or right?

“Khoth, going to--going to cum. Can’t hold it back,” Jace practically wept against the Thaf’ell’s mouth.

“Let go, Izail,” Khoth whispered.

The Thaf’ell word didn’t quite translate, because it was a sacred word from Khoth alone. Had the Osiris told him this or did he simply know? Had he plucked the meaning from Khoth’s own head? Because it was a singular word that Khoth had for the person for him.

Beloved.

Lover.

Mate.

Jace's whole body arched back, the water sliding between their connected forms, as his orgasm wrecked him. His toes curled. His fingers clenched. His eyes tightly shut. The heat inside of him burst forth. His cum surged out of him and into Khoth.

Khoth’s cock seemed to drink down his ejaculate. Swallowing around his head. Causing Jace to keen in yet more exquisite pleasure. His mind seemed to expand outwards for a moment and he could see… everything.

All of it. The universe. The plan. The past. Where it all went wrong and right. All of it was there in that silent, orgasmic moment. He hardly knew he was in his body at all.